COMPETITION PROMPT

Use the phases of the moon to metaphorically or chronologically progress a narrative.

Phases (a lunar kind of love story)


new moon

you were a secret,

soft as breath before words.

we met in shadows,

not yet knowing the names for what stirred.


waxing crescent

you smiled like possibility,

and i mirrored it back,

we were becoming,

little by little- light filling in the cracks.


first quarter

half-lit hearts,

testing balance,

you held my hand like a question,

i answered by staying.


waxing gibbous

we grew bright with promise,

talked like the future was certain,

the kind of love that fills journals,

and makes the night shorten.


full moon

it was everything,

wide open,

nothing hidden, nothing spared,

our brightest hour,

i thought we’d never dim.


waning gibbous

but you began turning away,

slowly,

like the tide pulling back from the shore.

and i kept pretending

the light wasn’t fading.


last quarter

we were only half of what we used to be,

arguments echoed in silence,

you looked at me like

you didn’t remember how we got here.


waning crescent

i let you go in slivers

small losses, every day

until all that remained

was a memory too fragile to hold.


new moon

and now i begin again

in quiet

in darkness

planting something nameless

just beneath the skin

waiting for another light to grow.



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